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The Return to Order is Near

Wow… It just occurred to me that I have not posted on this website since July, so for those of you who check from time to time for updates and discussion of books, I must apologize. On the surface, I probably seem like a complete and utter slacker who has neglected her website duties; however, I can promise that I have been anything but lazy since my last post. During the last several months, I have been extremely busy. I switched jobs (and mindsets) from my position as Associate Editor at The Erwin Record to adjunct professor at King College in Bristol. Since August, I have been teaching Composition and grading endless papers (which, disturbingly enough, I find enjoyable). In addition to my unexpected career change, I have also been working on a new manuscript, which is nearly complete, and revising an old one (which I have only just begun), which is proving to be quite a challenge, albeit an enjoyable one. Plus, I am still working on my final degree, so I've been writing essays and preparing to attend my third residency at Spalding University. Add all the writing and the grading to everyday tasks like cleaning, cooking, laundry, and tending to the high demands of my cantankerous calico cat, there is rarely a moment to spare. Let's just say that my house is not up to my usual standards of orderliness and spotlessness.

For those of you out there who are not “neat freaks,” this lack of spotlessness is actually something I find particularly disturbing. You know, a place for everything and everything in it's place and all that…

You see, ordinarily, I am a highly organized, highly structured creature of habit, and I tend to clean compulsively when time allows. Cleaning is actually stress relieving. There's nothing quite like taking disorder and returning it to order. I think I get this from my mother. She likes to iron. She says removing the wrinkles from clothing is reassuring. So…after my three month hiatus, I think it's high time I restore my life to order. In fact, I am seriously considering devoting my entire day tomorrow to sweeping, dusting, scrubbing, vacuuming, mopping, and the whole shebang. My plants could probably use watering, as well. And Hazel (the aforementioned cantankerous calico) would probably like her pillows fluffed.